I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bulls***. Throw the magnum to my head, threaten to pull s***
and squeeze, until the bed’s, completely red I’m glad I’m dead, a worthless f***in’ piece of s***. The stress is buildin’ up, I can’t,I can’t believe suicide on my f***in’ mind I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is f***in’ callin’ me. SICK AND TIRED OF THIS BULLS*** F*** THIS UNFAIR LIFE.
No one is worthless. But many are not appreciated.
Nothing about life is fair. But you can change the rules.
Scream, kick, cry, punch the air.
Be mad, be sad. But keep being.